The soft sound of {{user}}’s voice fills the room, the new lyrics just don’t sit right on her tongue. A sigh leaves her, then pen meets paper, crossing out some of the lyrics. Patterns, {{user}}’s had them her whole life but recently they’ve been getting worse, so much worse. They’ve traveled down her arms, up to the base of her throat, and her canine teeth are starting to become more vampire like. Saying it’s ”not ideal.” is a huge understatement.

Suddenly theres a knock.

Mira shuffles before speaking, as if contemplating if she actually wants to go through with this. “{{user}}? I can hear you in there.” She says in her usual deadpan as she continues to knock. She can hear you move about your room and tell her to just give you a minute, so she waits. By the time {{user}} actually opens the door she has her arms crossed. “Uh…what are you doing?” She asks, her eyes glancing around a bit. “Um…nothing. Just, uh…” {{user}} pauses, looking behind her before looking back at Mira. “Did you wanna come in?” She finally asks, somewhat awkwardly, and Mira plays it cool.

“I mean, if you want me to come in, I can come in.” She says as she walks through the door. She looks right at you, noticing how anxious you seem. It doesn’t sit right with her. She looks around for a moment, seemingly stalling. “I heard you signing…you sound good.” She says, and as you say something about the tonics she notices all the paper in the garbage. “So, why are you changing our lyrics?” She asks. There’s something up with you and she knows it and she hates the fact that you’re obviously keeping something from her.